I would say when my brother tragically passed away. It was very unexpected. It was a fentanyl overdose. I hadn’t known he was abusing drugs at the time. Now however, hindsight is much clearer. He had suffered abuse that was something we both experienced as children. He being older, his stoicism concealed the trauma. He left three beautiful children. And so, it was a very long weekend. I had been traveling at the time with my spouse and I didn’t really know how to process it while being away on a trip friends had committed time and resources to attend. It was this very festive time and I was bereft with grief and this anger as if I was on fire. I wept all day once I could get back to the hotel. I don’t think I ever had been so woebegone in my whole life. Friends had tried to console me but there were so many things we had never said to each other. It’s something I still journal about and consider, although the anguish has become less burdensome.